David Lewis Paget Poems

Steel grey above;
We tripped the silver beach
At some crisp, splintered morning
Traced beyond our line of reach,
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At life’s butt end, I offer this, my sweet,
A long, slow burn to, at last, defeat;
A dreamtime reverie of old, gone ways
And sleepy wakings at the nub of days.
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When I am away
And you are there
Padding the dark corners
And the distant stair,
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No longer knowing what or who I am
I turn,
This way and that for meaning,
Finding none,
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If I had time to think
I think
That you and you
Would loom immensely
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When you pulled at the wheel with me
To steer our fragile ship of state
We nosed toward uncharted seas
But found our course within a lake.
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I have no words, nor patterns left
To spill, my dear,
No facile quotes, no wisdom
To dispense,
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These winter days have been long and cold
For the one who waits on the birth in me,
For though she carries the seed I hold
I carry the watchword, ‘Destiny! '
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If all my words
Were scattered on the sand,
To mingle with
The acres of the sea,
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What ever happens when a love goes wrong
When a love goes wrong some morning,
Goes wrong like the singer of a blackbird song
That a blackbird's not been born in?
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